I just have to say. I went out for my run leaving behind two angry and puzzled roommates who didn’t understand why I couldn’t do a shorter run or put it off so that I could wait at home for their subletter and help him move in while they went to IKEA. Their subletter. Come on, man! They didn’t even say please, just started acting like I was ruining their day because they couldn’t plan well enough I wasn’t able to drop everything.
I know a lot of people have more demands on their time than I do when it comes to working out, and I don’t mind helping my roommates with things. But I also need them to respect my time. Just because I don’t have a schedule doesn’t mean I don’t have stuff to do. (Also IKEA is open all day, I’m just saying.) Now they’re at home just freestyle bitching and I think I’m going to have to leave the house ahhhhhhhhhh.
Anyway, this run wasn’t great because for the first time in a while I fueled with oatmeal and this wasn’t a great choice for me. Maybe it was the milk? I felt uncomfortably full most of the way and right now have no desire to eat (when I would usually be housing a bagel). Oh well, back to bread and/or sandwiches. I also inadvertently mapped out a route that in the last 2 miles was downhill 1.5 and then uphill the last .5, leading to a fair amount of WHEE! followed by rapid lung death.
For all the negative stuff I am happy that I got out there and glad that I persevered.
Seen on my run:
A lot of good-looking restaurants and at least 3 “baking warehouses” with names like A1 Desserts To Eat Right Now
A ginormo cemetery, which I briefly considered turning into before realizing how bus it looked
A Nike Women’s Marathon T-shirt… on a man
A girl named Hammond (this man’s name trend has gone too far!)
Many people walking in the middle of the sidewalk such that I could not pass them on either side. These people will be sentenced to listening to me singing “Blow” in the shower on repeat until they see the error of their ways. (It’s not pretty.)
A man with a pretty amazing Afro
Brunch crowds… please kidnap me…
The new location of Freddy’s, a famous dive bar that was displaced for the new Brooklyn Nets arena (Barclay Center? I can’t even keep up)
A scary-looking bus depot
BULLDOG PUPPIES in Prospect Park that were so WOBBLY and SHINY OMG
TL;DR I ran 7.5 miles and I want to live alone, preferably with a bulldog puppy and near a lot of bakeries.
I don’t have much on the race calendar this year, (a far cry from last year when I was constantly prepping for races to complete my NYRR 9+1) so I’m feeling a bit like a slacker.
I just registered to run the Inaugural Escape to The Palisades 5k. (They offer a half marathon, but because I’m running my 25k the following weekend, I decided against the half - obviously.) It should be the perfect solution to staving off taper madness that I’m sure will plague me that week. It’s also a gorgeous course. I ran in the Palisades when I was training for the NYC Half last year with Team In Training and really enjoyed it.
It also sounds like I will get to enjoy the company of 94monkeys, who found the race, and Alice. (We’ve got a thing for running races outside of the city I guess… First Sleepy Hollow and now the Palisades!)
I suspect I might be up for running any race with “Escape” in the title, but I also like inaugural things. Hey New Jersey, come out and play with us!
I wish there was a machine that you could input your training, paces, plans for the day and general mood into so it could spit out your daily run for you. Like “Hey, you’re going to happy hour after, make this a 2.5 miler with speed intervals.” Or today, “You really fucked up at work, go run 900 miles along the windy West Side and think about what you’ve done.”
Things I like more than self-recrimination (even justified): the sun over the piers, air-drumming to the Black Keys, pedestrians who share the sidewalks, “Death of Autotune,” wearing my half-marathon T-shirt at work after-hours with impunity.
In which I am not a finance professional of any stripe
I’m getting my taxes done and eavesdropping on the guy in the next office who became a freelance tri coach last year. (Or as I call him, Tridad From The Future.) His problems are more interesting than mine! Also if anyone knows how I can professionalize and thus write off all my race fees, et cetera… I’m not saying that sponsorship from C9 by Champion, Town Sports or the California Avocado Commission is never going to happen, but this might be easier.
Dear Coach Internet: About a year ago someone pointed out to me that when I run I twist my upper body and arms from left to right. This is really inefficient because it doesn’t propel me forward, but I let it go on at the time because I had more elementary running issues. Now I can’t seem to correct it. I can focus on it briefly, but as soon as I stop I go right back to doing the awkward twist. Got any ideas for how I can teach myself to stop?
The Supreme Court issued their opinion in Eisenstadt v. Baird, establishing the right of single, non-married persons to contraception - encompassed in the right to privacy. Justice Berger wrote the opinion of the Court, saying:
If the right of privacy means anything, it is the right of the individual, married or single, to be free from unwarranted governmental intrusion into matters so fundamentally affecting a person as the decision to bear or begat a child.
I love that language. I love it so hard. What I don’t love is that the efforts of the women and men who worked so hard to allow us legal access to birth control is being eroded by dumb people and religious whack jobs that think that me taking a hormone pill every month is destroying unborn children or me having sex with my boyfriend is destroying their religious view of what is important or anyone having sex at all for anything other than popping out more religious whack jobs is SO WRONG AND BAD RARRRR. It’s frustrating and annoying and mostly just makes me want to shake people and throw a tantrum. BIRTH CONTROL IS EXPENSIVE AND IT’S NOT YOUR BUSINESS WHY I NEED IT AND THE SUPREME COURT SAID I COULD HAVE IT SO FUCK OFF.
Of course, there is the counter argument of many that the government doesn’t have to pay for it, just like they don’t have to pay for abortion. Yes. Okay. But we’re talking about private companies that are (potentially) being exempt from it, not the government. AND FURTHER, as my boy Berger said, this intrusion is mighty unwarranted.
In summation, fuck off and gimme my pills. Oh, and HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO EISENSTADT WOOOOOOO!
Happy anniversary indeed! You won’t believe the cake I ordered…
Hi all! I came from a volunteer meeting tonight for PurpleStride New York City - a 5K run/walk on Saturday, April 21 - and we’re looking for more people to register (just $25)! Please reblog or send to any runners or walkers out there looking for a race this spring in NYC.
Hey running/ run-walking people of New York, we should do this and then go see Scott Jurek at REI. (Is this a “signal boost”? Did I do that correctly?)
People in spin class who (unconsciously) move their hips back and forth as they pedal so it looks like they’re dancing in their bike seat. Probably not the greatest form by strict standards, but it always makes me smile. Go on you, dance in your seat.
Pedestrians trying to cross over to the river side would ask the cop on duty “What’s going on here?” Two years ago I would have been that pedestrian, pretty much.
Just like in any group of runners, in the elite pack there are some who are sweating bullets and huffing out desperate breaths and some who seem to be gliding, just off on a pleasant jaunt, no urgency. The difference is that elite sweaters and gliders alike are traveling at insane speeds.
More generally, there is a much wider variety of forms and strides in running than can even be imagined.
If you are going to run a race while juggling (or "joggle") and you then stop juggling, you should be forced to go back and start over. Or, you know, just don’t do that.
This year I saw so many people I knew, I saw people I wasn’t aware were running. “Oh, you’re here too!”
If you don’t have fun spectating at a road race you’re not doing it right. (Or the weather’s terrible, which is no one’s fault.) Whatever energy I expended I feel that I got back 10fold from the runners, even if they didn’t laugh at my sign or indicate they heard me. They had to save that energy, anyway.
Someone once planted into my head that it was incorrect to say “I’m proud of you” to someone when her or his accomplishment This may or may not be accurate. But when I say I’m proud of all of you who ran today, I hope you know it’s because of your achievement, and I hope I’m not taking anything away. You did awesomely! Really, you did.
Don’t know why I was so tired last night, it’s not like I ran 13.1 miles…
Pretty lame that the NYC Half only allows you to track 3 runners by text per phone number, because I know so many more runners in it. And it’s 99 cents, whereas the L.A. Marathon tracker (ahem measuringlife) is free and will also tweet or email to you. So, uh, what are you all wearing on Sunday… not in that way…
Also if anyone wants to get together on Sunday after the race, let me know! I probably won’t put together something formal because I’m kind of organized out, but I’ll be around.
My fourth half-marathon began much like my third — inauspiciously. I was forcing myself to eat after a terrible night of sleep (NOLA neighbors decide to rage from 3:30-5AM? awesome), dry-heaving nervous at the prospect of towing the line again. It felt like an effort to just point my feet in the correct direction. Was I really going to do this again???
In one of those races, I effectively quit at Mile 6 and spent the next 7.1 miles hating myself and everything. In the other, I forged ahead, hit mile 10 with a smile and the finish line proud.
It would be simplistic to say the difference was that I just decidedNew Orleans wasn’t going to be like the last time (Philadelphia), and then I went out and made sure that it wasn’t. So let’s just say I learned a lesson about mental strength and the importance of determination, in the good, real-smile-in-the-postrace-pictures way.
Today one of my friends at work held me a “Carbo-load Celebration” for the race. I was so verklempt I had to look up the word to make sure I was using it correctly (nerdlife!) For my first half, I tried not to talk about it at work because I was a) terrified I wouldn’t finish and b) afraid that no one would really care about it. It’s all different now.
I almost missed the party because of some other people’s impolite behavior, but I’m not letting them get me down. I’m excited about the trip, I’m excited to see friends and see a new-to-me city! Life is so good. It’s easy to forget that it’s so good. Things aren’t always easy in this new life I’m building, but they’re better.
"Baylor School of Medicine professor Tom Baranowski said he has two theories. One is that kids manage to play active games rather inactively… The other hypothesis is that physical activity while playing games replaces, rather than supplements, other exercise."
This is a park I run in a lot and I’ll be watching this project very closely.
The biker/ pedestrian traffic problems aren’t nearly as bad in this park as in Central Park (dear slow bikers: GET OFF MY LANE), and I actually like having the bikers around in the morning. The real animosity it seems is between the bikers and the cars, and this definitely won’t help that ongoing conflict. Specifically, and the article mentions this in passing, there is a group devoted to opposing the bike lane to the west of this park that is sueing the city over and over again until it gets taken away. All that work, over losing the width of one normal car lane.
To be fair, as a person who exclusively uses this park as a pedestrian I am biased. (Quite.) But I find it funny that they measured the disruption time and found it would add 7 seconds to people’s commutes (SEVEN SECONDS). It’s just a question of using the road outside of the park instead of inside. From my two experiences driving in the city, it is a very difficult thing — but does this make it that much worse?
This time next week I hope to be walking away from Cafe du Monde with a stomach full of beignets — and sore legs from the Rock’n’Roll New Orleans Half Marathon.
I love to joke about taper (eat ALL the things!) but I don’t really enjoy it. I tend to fill in those spaces with worry, rather than with anything productive. Part of me wants to “fitness cram” for the half even though that is probably impossible. And dropping my activity level raises the possibility that I will have trouble sleeping. I know that sounds like a humblebrag (“I’m just TOO fit dudes!”), I swear it’s not like that. I have enough trouble dozing off now, and worry that any effort to actually rest will cause me to not actually be able to rest.
So I’m just trying to relax with all the woo-woo-spa-music connotations that brings. Read the books that have been slowly stacking up on the nightstand. Have some fun, not stress over things that are outside my control (read: almost everything). But if you can think of a hobby I ought to take up before I leave, I’d be happy to hear it.
Basically it’s a 12 Man Blogger Relay Team that runs 200 miles from Madison, Wisconsin to Chicago. We pile into 2 vans, and run around the clock until we hit the finish line, each runner doing 3 legs of the race, with each leg ranging from just under 3 miles to just over 8 miles. If we register by February 29th, the cost is $100 per runner. We will also have to rent 2 vans and buy food and other incidentals that aren’t part of the $100.
So far, here’s the team:
There is room for 5 more, as well as 2 drivers, let me know if you want in!
Unfortunately I have just found out that I will be traveling that weekend, which is both great (yay for fun travel!) and stinks - I have been waiting two years to do this race. Since I won’t be here, I had to take myself off the list. It would be wonderful of one of you who will be attending want to take over organizing the team so that it can continue to move forward. Let me know if you are interested in taking it over.
It’s Reblog And Do Something day on this blog? You should sign up for this relay team so we can make *~~unforgettable memories~~* together.
Also, my dad has volunteered to restock us in snacks at some point along the route. I had hoped to convince him to do the relay, but: free snacks!
My local running store is giving away a free pair of running shoes to who ever has the most likes on their reason why they run. It seems to be down to me and another runner. My story is that after running my first marathon I went in for physical therapy on my hip. I reconnected with a beautiful girl from High School and convinced her to run the 2009 Chicago Marathon. We trained together all summer and became close friends and after finishing the marathon I asked her out. Then I asked her to marry me… while out on a run, which some of you who have been following since the beginning may remember. (awww)
So if you can go click the link and like my comment so I can win the shoes and prove how awesome my story really is I’d really appreciate it! My name is Mike.
Only downside is, you can’t seem to like it from you smartphones, so you have to be on a computer to do so.
Thanks a lot guys!
I’ve been following along with Mike’s story since, oh, was it marathon #4? That’s why I liked this and I think you should too. (Also, for any of you currently on the injured list, here’s a fringe benefit to doing your PT.)
60% "No, we don’t take reservations and I’m not sure why you would want one. Let me explain why we don’t take reservations in a super condescending manner and an overly lengthy excuse."
35% "Yeah, we’re all booked for the race and we’ve been booked for a long time… we’re going to be busy… good luck finding your carbs!"
5% "Aw, you poor Northerner, I think we can help you out." SUCCESS! So if you want to have dinner with me on March 3, you should message or email me (94monkeys at gmail) me so I can send you the details.
“For some running comes to them early in life and for others it comes much later. No matter what, running knows when to come into one’s life to give that person just what they needed when they needed it.”—Jess at Fit Chick In The City
I’m excited that you are launching a local running chapter after reading about your success in other cities fundraising for and helping the homeless through running. That’s why I signed up to volunteer with you guys!
And I wish you would send me some information about that. Instead, I’ve already gotten 5 or 6 requests to donate… since January 1st. The program hasn’t even begun yet but I have the “opportunity” to make a $250 donation in order to get a hoodie and a T-shirt as well as a “membership card.” (Membership to what? Unclear.) Or, I could go to your NYC launch event… for $540, over twice as much as I paid to enter the NYC Marathon this year.
I know your hearts are in the right place but I’m starting to feel like you’re more interested in my money than my time. What can I say to you? I just don’t see that as the best way to introduce yourselves to the running community.
Not to stir the pot here, but a colleague of mine tweeted this earlier today, and i immediately thought I should share. Did this already make the rounds today?
Granted, I’ve been a bit Tumblr absent lately, but I lurk now and then, and am pleasantly surprised to see so much less body hate on here than I did even a year ago when I first joined.
The article cites a study showing that 30-50% of people with eating disorders are finding sites like Tumblr to get deeper into their disorder.
But I like that “Fitblrs” also make Tumblr a safe space for people to feel supported and able to seek help as they are in recovery. Group hug.
I appreciated this phrase: "Although thinspiration sites have been around nearly as long as the Internet itself…"
Thinspo is not new. People encouraging each other into unhealthy practices via the Internet is also not new. The first thinspo blog I ever saw was on Livejournal, a platform most of you probably don’t remember, in 2001. Remember that Marie Claire article a few years back about how healthy living blogs encourage eating disorders? Picking on Tumblr (a platform that, admittedly, has its share of problems) as this article does is kind of missing the point.
In a sense Tumblr just amplifies what’s already out there: That messages in our culture about how being thin is better than being fat (and fit better than unfit) can get distorted into patterns of disordered eating and overexercise. We’ve all experienced this in some mild form, even if it’s just looking at a picture of a model’s perfectly toned (probably airbrushed?) abs and thinking “Oy, I should do some sit-ups.” The difference is having the perspective to redirect that into a healthy impulse.
Tumblr facilitates meme-ing and fast sharing, whether it’s of skinny girls or covetable purses or baby animals. The article also faults MyFitnessPal because people can encourage each other on it to follow dangerous diets — or they can encourage each other to healthily cut out calorie bombs and enjoy exercise. Either/or! The Huffington Post itself publishes before-and-after photos and stories of people who’ve lost huge amounts of weight, like kimijoy and the-smit. Are those dangerous because someone could read them and think unhealthy thoughts? I see them as inspirational.
What you read affects who you are. No surprise to me that I started reading healthy living blogs that previously annoyed me when I was trying to get healthy. It makes me sad when I see blogs that are just pictures of very skinny women, 500-calorie-a-day diets and quotes about how great it would be to have your boyfriend pick you up. (Uh, maybe he should start lifting instead of you trying to lose weight? Just a thought!) I don’t read them because I don’t like the corridors my brain goes down when I see them. But having been a teenage girl myself, it’s hard to recognize when your worldview is actively being skewed, and easy to assume it’s everyone else who is headed in the right direction.
It’s not impossible to imagine a world without thinspo, but taking a bunch of blogs off Tumblr is just treating the symptoms and not the cause.